During the winter of 2025/26, I photographed the streets of Berlin. Not because I expected extraordinary moments, but because the quieter months without commissioned work are when I return to the streets to sharpen my eye and stay in a photographic flow. Winter settles over the city like a filter, altering the rhythm of everyday life. Darkness, fog, and cold strip the streets of their urgency, revealing a melancholy that is often hidden beneath the noise of the city. Heavy coats, scarves, and hats become more than protection from the temperature—they are shields against the oppressive atmosphere that defines the season. Faces appear frozen, eyes remain fixed on the ground, encounters are brief, and isolation becomes a shared condition. Berlin feels both crowded and strangely empty at the same time. These photographs are less about winter itself than about its quiet impact on the people moving through it. The series is both an ongoing exercise in seeing and an attempt to find something honest within the ordinary.
